Its got nothing to do with you
  I know when the wrong thing is right to do
  I aint no bastard son of a bitch
  Not a control freak, just got that itch
  If i could just be where I see me
  How hard is it to just let me be
  When do you get what you've paid for
  Cuz ive paid dearly
  
  Made it this far im not dead
  Not strung out I don't beg
  Keep your thoughts to yourself
  I'll let you know when I need help
  Unicycle subculture gone to hell
  Juggle chainsaws with the hands you're dealt
  Lifes not short, what the fuck
  Ever had to wait for a bus
  
  Im taking the my way highway
  It doesnt mean I'm on a powertrip
  I think I know what's best for me
  I think I know what's best for me
  
  On the outside all is well
  As the core starts to rot and smell
  Split like an atom blown apart
  Head no longer hears the heart
  I've got a plan I haven't figured out
  
  I'll let you know what it's all about
  What the hurry gotta go
  Where you gotta go, go, go